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2 September 2009. Milky fall light--beginning of the season. Clunk and creak of recycling truck--spanning almost the entire street, silhouette of driver, one finger in the air, making a circling motion, urging us to pass...
Custom and accomodation. Jorge Cafrune on horseback, "...de a caballo," somewhere in the countryside of Argentina. That was his want--to encircle the land--la tierra querida, bringing song. A passionate act so outside of time--fuera de su tiempo--a reliving in the being, just as each note...
And it must pass, in strength, in tenderness...in love...
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